Arcane Tyrant

Arcane Tyrant

I walked the path where shadows creep,
Where dead gods whisper in their sleep.
A cursed tome, a binding spell,
A warlock’s fate—a toll to Hell.

The stars have shattered, the sky bleeds black,
The pact is forged—no turning back.
With every breath, the void calls deep,
Power is mine, but none comes cheap.

I rise in fire, I drown in night,
A sovereign forged in eldritch might.
No king, no god, no fate remains,
I wield the dark—I break the chains!

The earth trembles beneath my will,
A storm unleashed, the air stands still.
The heavens crack, the angels weep,
Their prayers are lost—my soul runs deep.

The stars have shattered, the sky bleeds black,
The pact is forged—no turning back.
With every breath, the void calls deep,
Power is mine, but none comes cheap.

I rise in fire, I drown in night,
A sovereign forged in eldritch might.
No king, no god, no fate remains,
I wield the dark—I break the chains!

Rivers of flame, the old world dies,
Their feeble thrones consumed in lies.
One last spell, one final breath,
I stand alone—beyond all death!

The warlock’s name, the cursed crown,
The endless dark, the world bowed down.
Through time and fate, through blood and pain,
I rule the void—I remain!